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| The Hands of the Saints |
I feel it necessary to clarify something, as it’s been bothering me since the first time I recorded this. The chorus of my song says, “So I say run to the Lord, holy and set apart, for even the hands of the saints break hearts”. My fear is that when people hear that, they feel as though I am suggesting that the so-called saints are extra holy and extra perfect, so it’s a surprise when they screw up and cause pain. This is not what I am trying to say. Those who believe in God are just as prone to sin screw up an awful lot; I am a prime example.
What I actually am trying to address is a tendency that I have, which is to seek, in other Christians, the support and satisfaction I need, when, in fact, God is the only one who can provide it.
The truth of the matter is, sometimes we’re happy to wallow,
So I’ll get myself some sleep, and choose joy, again, tomorrow.
I can’t think straight once it gets later, anyway
The result of an English assignment…
Without You
Where are the stars when you’re not around?
Where are my heart’s song and my soul’s sound?
Without you, without you.
Where is the strength I need for my day?
What is my passion, what is my way?
Without you, without you.
Your wisdom
Keeps me on my feet.
With you, with you,
I am ready for anything I meet.
Not me alone,
But me plus Jesus.
It’s perfection…
Can you see it?
Where is the beauty in a flake of snow?
Where is the peace in a river’s flow?
Without you, without you.
What is my heart, yeah what is my soul?
What is everything that I know?!
Without you, without you.
The hands of the saints
Rejoice exceedingly,
Play well and shout for joy!
There is reason to worship,
Our loving Lord!
Cry out in anguish,
Or cry out in praise,
The same for all eternity,
He hears us when we pray.
Our God is bigger than
Disease or heartbreak,
This world’s wretched pain,
Even greater than death,
He sent his son that we might be saved,
So, I say, run to the Lord,
Holy and set apart,
For even the hands of the saints
Break hearts.
And, when we run to the Lord,
Death holds us no more,
Yes, surely the hands of the saints need grace.
And by no means
Are we saved by our works,
But we have freedom and healing
In his death and his hurt,
Though we are broken
And lacking in worth,
We fear not death,
Because he gave us second birth
Our God is bigger than
Disease or heartbreak,
This world’s wretched pain,
Even greater than death,
He sent his son that we might be saved,
So, I say, run to the Lord,
Holy and set apart,
For even the hands of the saints
Break hearts.
And, when we run to the Lord,
Death holds us no more,
Yes, surely the hands of the saints need grace.
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Even the hands of the Saints
(Forgive some out of whack timing!)
Sweet Song
This world is broken,
But he is perfection.
My heart is stained,
But, still, he remains
Perfect, perfect.
And his sweet, sweet song
Calls gently to me.
And his love pours out,
Gently setting me free.
His sweet, sweet touch
Brings me down to my knees,
‘Cause he gave everything,
Can do anything,
With his sweet song.
He has come down,
To show the way.
And in the calm I’m found;
The storm has died away
[Chorus]
I’m giving it up for his sweet song,
‘Cause my heart longs
For his presence
For his presence
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
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This is, admittedly, not at all the best I could do. But I can’t be bothered with redoing it, so here, folks is Sweet Song. Or is it Sweet Sweet Song? I suppose that’s my choice.
Big long update!
Alrighty, here’s the dealio:
I was recording my song for January, yesterday, and was finding my self quite frustrated, because I record with a video camera, and video camera sound quality is not the best. Not only that, but upon listening to previous songs, sometimes I feel like my tempo is whacko, or my voice is off, or what have you. So, I’m planning on making some changes, equipment wise, and also work wise, so that my music can be the best music possible!
So, the story with equipment changes is that I talked to my mum after my frustrating experiences (mum’s are always the ones to be the number one fan who will do anything to help you), and she contacted someone from her work who I will be chatting to. To make a long story short, I may be finding my way to some proper recording equipment, to go along with the editing software I have (yay!). The result of this will be: less crappy songs!
As far as work changes, I think working on anything tends to be a balance. Perfectionism is not where I am intending on going here (though it is not completely unlikely that I will end up there), but I do plan to put a little more effort into getting things just right, so that my music is, in fact, as good as it can possibly be.
What does all this ranting mean? I’m not entirely sure, yet. For the moment, it means I’m not sure I’ll have this month’s song out on the last Sunday of January. In fact, I’m not sure I’m gonna continue with the whole putting out a song on the last Sunday of every month deal, because, with school, adding another deadline can sometimes just add unnecessary stress. However, I will continue to make songs on a regular basis (I’m hoping at least one song per two months), and will just put them out whenever they are finished. It may be a while before I get going again, as I have the teensy issue of actually getting my hands on the equipment I am hoping for, and there is always the possibility of a decision to buy something on the more expensive side (you get what you pay for!), in which case, I would probably have to spend some time saving money. Lastly, once I have new stuff, I’ll probably rerecord everything (except Joy to the World, so really, at this point, just Beautiful Infant and Your Beauty Surrounds Me) and repost them. Hopefully, things will be more regular soon, and there will be less writing and more music on this blog!
Questions? You may ask here!
Ciao!
Beautiful Infant
Powerful God
Made vulnerable and
Restricted by flesh,
In every way man.
Powerful God
Come as helpless boy,
To carry our burden,
To restore our joy
Beautiful infant,
Delicate babe,
Perfect, yet humble,
Made human, he came
To that beautiful infant,
To that Delicate babe,
Be all glory and power
Forever, amen.
Innocent savior,
Beyond all we know,
Perfect in love,
Giving all that we owe.
